Seijin's Resolve

As Jaemin and the young boy approached the trailer, the low hum of machinery mixed with the faint breeze that whispered across the barren landscape. Jaemin's hand rested gently on the boy's small shoulder, guiding him forward with the kind of tenderness that felt almost foreign in a world ravaged by war. The team leader, standing near the trailer door, was the first to notice them, his eyes narrowing in confusion at the unexpected sight of the child.

"Who's this boy?" he asked, his voice carrying an edge of concern as his gaze flicked between the two.

Jaemin's lips curved into a small, soft smile—one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Looks like he's been hiding alone this whole time. Must've survived the war somehow," he replied, his voice steady but laced with a sadness that was impossible to miss.